So here are a couple of quick notes, for those of you that were interested.

First of all, I absolutely DETEST the formatting of this website. I have everything formatted exactly the way I want when I write my stories… and then the website just wipes everything out when I upload it. It's highly frustrating, especially when I think it makes it more difficult for you guys to decipher between lyrics, breaks, etc. I try to edit it as best as I can, but I'm sure I'm not always successful. So more power to you guys for sticking with it. ;)

Second of all, I can't tell you HOW much I stressed over writing this story (which ended up being the longest thing I've ever written on my own… geez). Sure, I had apprehension about writing the first fic, and I love Bulma and all, but… Vegeta is by far my favorite. And because he's my favorite, I see so much more dimension to his character. On top of that, trying to accurately depict everything that I held to him as a character (his drive, ambition, his love for his family [although he'd never call it that], his way of speaking…) was a definite chore. There were several moments of throwing notebooks and random items within my reach in frustration . I agonized over it quite a bit. In the end, however, I hope I did him a little bit of justice.

Third, I hope I did a fair job of lining up everything from my last story and still keeping everything in canon. Holy cow, do you guys know how hard it is to line up things chronologically with a story you've already published? It's a nightmare. I think I worked out all the flaws… but I'm sure someone will inevitably let me know if I didn't. Oh well. I tried.

If you guys are anything like me, music is imperative when reading/writing fiction of any kind. It really helps to set the mood. That being said, I will share some songs that kept cropping up during my writing process (for lyrics, mood-setting, etc.)

The Calling- "Wherever You Will Go" (for obvious reasons, I think…)

Disturbed- "The Game" (mood-setter for Hell scenes, particularly the third)

Disturbed- "Stupefy" (more mood-setting for Hell scenes)

Flyleaf- "All Around Me" (this came up on my iTunes A LOT. And it's a great mood-setter for those B/V snuggly moments. 3)

I want to take this moment to give a shout out to a very favorite fanfic author of mine, the wonderful miss Niteryde. If you haven't read her fics, I certainly suggest checking them out—they are AMAZING. I also want to take this moment to say that her works have undoubtedly strongly influenced mine, as they (along with others) are what have pushed me back into writing again. So yeah, if you're looking for great stuff, head her way. You won't be disappointed.

Finally, I thought I'd attach a small little bit from the story I had written that got cut (as a "deleted scene," if you will). It's the scene where Vegeta is looking out the window with Bulma, giving a little more insight to his headstone. I originally included it to show that Bulma wasn't as dead-on with her bi-lingual skills as she had hoped (because, really, I'm sure Vegeta would talk about his past very little in three years—how could she be that accurate, realistically?) and of course, to jab at Vegeta a little , but I cut it because I felt the humor inappropriately detracted from the mood (and, after reading this, I'm sure you'll see why). I felt it took away from that scene as well as the future ones they had by the gravestone. BUT. For those of you interested in what it really had to say, here it is:

Vegeta paused and followed her line of vision—underneath the tree was a gravestone, obviously his. He squinted as he looked at what was etched upon it—the woman had actually used his native language to write on the stone. The fact that she had given that much thought and consideration to his background filled him with a pride he couldn't quite express…until he read the stone in full. His eyes widened, appalled: there, directly on his gravestone, the dignified symbol of his death, were the words, "Vegeta—Fellated Prince of the Saiyans." He shook his head in disgust. The woman may have earned points for attempting to use a piece of his ancestry in memoriam of his death, but she had failed miserably in the attempt. He gritted his teeth in frustration; that damned woman. She should've just adhered to the language she already knew.

Alright, I think that's all I've got! Any questions or comments, feel free to send them my way. Thanks again for reading!